Quotes About Beauty

ALIF: Painting brings to life what the mind sees, as a feast for the eyes. LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind. MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our own world what the mind already knows.

As?l olan hikâyedir. [...] Güzel bir resim bir hikâyeyi zarafetle tamamlar.

When there is not a breath of wind, the waters sometimes shudder as if from inside and take on the finish of washed silk.

El significado de los colores es que están ante nosotros y podemos verlos - le contestó el otro -. No se puede explicar el rojo a quien no lo ha visto.

BaÅŸkalar? doÄŸaya bak?nca orada kendi s?n?rlar?n?, yetersizliklerini, korkular?n? görürler. Sonra kendi zay?fl?klar?ndan korkup doÄŸan?n s?n?rs?zl???, büyüklüÄŸü, derler buna.

Çünkü hiçbir ÅŸey hayat kadar ÅŸa??rt?c? olamaz. Yaz? hariç. Yaz? hariç. Evet tabii, tek teselli yaz? hariç.

el desinterés, el tiempo y los desastres naturales irán royendo lentamente nuestras pinturas hasta acabar con ellas.

ALIF: Painting brings to life what the mind sees, as a feast for the eyes. LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind. MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our world what the mind already knows. Did the graduate of the miserable college understand this logic, which I'd extracted with lightning inspiration from the depths of my soul?

Poetry is like painting. Some attracts you more if you stand near, some if you're further off.

El talento de un ilustrador se basa en estar absolutamente atento a la belleza del instante presente y tomárselo todo en serio, hasta el menor detalle, mientras al mismo tiempo es capaz de retirarse un paso y, como si lo observara en un espejo, introducir entre él y el mundo, que tan en serio se toma a sí mismo, su habilidad y la distancia que le proporciona la ironía.

It is no more possible to take pride in these neglected dwellings, in which dirt, dust and mud have blended into their surroundings, than it is to rejoice in the beautiful old wooden houses that as a child I watched burn down one by one.

As Çetin drove us home, slowly and carefully, I realized I was happy. These dark, empty streets that now belonged to Istanbul's dog packs, these avenues so ugly by daylight, hemmed in by concrete apartment buildings in such dreadful condition that it sapped my will just to look at them-now they looked alluringly mysterious, like poems.

Dac? în tine d?inuie chipul unei iubite, pictat în inim?, îÈ›i este cas? întreaga lume.

Of course, I will be remembered only so long as my illustrations and manuscripts cause your eyes to prance and flowers of bliss to bloom in your hearts.

It is indeed important that a painting, through its beauty, summon us toward life's abundance, toward compassion, toward respect for the colors of the realm which God created, and toward reflection and faith. The identity of the miniaturist is not important.

In the realm of book arts, whenever a masterpiece is made, whenever a splendid picture makes my eyes water out of joy and causes a chill to run down my spine, I can be certain of the following: Two styles never brought together have come together to create something new and wondrous.

Not to mention how insulting it is to suggest that a beauty like Samiha should be worth no more than a set of dentures.

Sometimes Füsun yawned so beautifully that I would think that she had forgotten the entire world and that she was drawing from the depths of her soul a more peaceful life, as one might draw cold water from a well on a hot summer day.

A great painter does not content himself by affecting us with his masterpieces; ultimately, he succeeds in changing the landscape of our minds. Once a miniaturist's artistry enters our souls this way, it becomes the criterion for the beauty of our world.

If you know how to swim and manage to find your way up to the surface, you'll notice that for all it's melancholy, the Bosphorus is very beautiful, no less than life.

Pictura înseamn? s? însufleÈ›eÈ™ti ceea ce vede mintea, spre s?rb?toarea ochiului. Ochiul se strecoar? în pictur? atât cât s? vad? în lume È™i s?-i slujeasc? minÈ›ii. Prin urmare, frumuseÈ›ea înseamn? redescoperirea de c?tre ochi, în lume, a ceea ce mintea cunoaÈ™te de la început.

Life can't be all that bad. Whatever happens, I can always take along the Bosphorus.

Pe când îmi spuneam asta, oblonul potopit de ghea?? s-a deschis brusc È™i, dup? doisprezece ani, am v?zut-o acolo, în cadrul ferestrei care lucea în lumina soarelui, pe minunata mea iubit?, cu chipul ei frumos pierdut între ramurile pline de z?pad?. Iubita mea cu ochii negri se uita, oare, la mine sau privea dincolo de mine, spre o alt? via???

There are marvelous utilities, infinite good and unspeakable beauties in the great cosmic intelligence, the unseen world, ready for our use and enjoyment. If we only had sufficient faith to believe they were there we could draw them to ourselves.